Draco sat on the floor.
"Death Eaters took her." Neville said.
"Why? What do Death Eaters need to do with her?"
"Her dad writes the Quibbler. They want Harry Potter."
"They cant get Harry, Its impossible! He hasnt been sighted in days, weeks, months......" Draco wondered.... is Potter really dead?
"Anythings possible, but I doubt it too." Draco gripped his wand. Then, all of the sudden, he apparated. He was in the singed remains of The Quidditch World Cup. Then, there was an eruption of black smoke, and Dolohov was there.
"You cant get away this time...." Dolohov said. Draco thought a spell;
Protego. He didnt need to put out his wand. Purple fire spurted from Dolohov wand, and "hit" Draco. Draco pretended to be unconcious.
"MORSMORDRE!" The skull came out of the sky, made up of black smoke. The snake was absent for a reason unknown to Draco. He jumped up.
"SECTUMSEMPRA MAXIMA!" He thought Dolohov might explode, but instead, Dolohov let out a terrible scream. Scarlet covered the ground. Draco fell to his knees, the spell seemed to weaken him. Dolohov had apparated. Dracos wand fell to his side..... he wished Luna was there..... why Luna?.... he asked himself..... Why is it the Love of My Life?


I will make up for the short chapter, A PROMISE!